Chapter 4: Uncle Li, will you kill me?

Yet he still does not dare to return home, nor can he return home

He extended his hands, wanting to embrace Lin Yun

Suddenly, his expression became somewhat awkward as he looked at Lin Yun and said, "You just asked me... whether I would kill you?"

"What’s the matter? Not speaking? I haven’t even lost my temper yet, but you’re already provoking me, you little brat. If it weren’t for my second uncle’s instructions, I wouldn’t care whether you live or die," Li Shuangyang said, a flash of displeasure crossing his eyes.

Lin Yun remained silent in response, unsure of what to say, and even more uncertain about what attitude to adopt when facing the imposing figure before him

Suddenly, a shout awakened Lin Yun, who had just fallen asleep

As for all of this, Lin Yun was naturally unaware. At this moment, the night was growing deeper and colder.

As he fell into a deep sleep, Lin Yun suddenly felt a void in his chest, and a flash of light passed through his eyes. Immediately afterward, the small tower that hung from Lin Yun's chest unexpectedly vanished once again

It seems that only this small tower can provide him with a sense of warmth and security

Suddenly, he felt that Lin Yun was very pitiable, and he felt even more that he was very detestable

Hmm, this young man possesses a strange aura reminiscent of Lianshan. That peculiar fellow has stirred up endless waves even in the Divine Realm, yet this young man carries his essence. It seems I must remain cautious. However, this realm is certainly not the Divine Realm; even the garbage dump of the Divine Realm is a thousand times more refined than here. Sigh... how unfortunate. It seems that achieving my long-held wish will take an indeterminate amount of time. Sigh... how unfortunate. It seems that achieving my long-held wish will take an indeterminate amount of time. Never mind, I might as well sleep. I hope this young man has some good fortune.

At the age of around ten, one's heart is always filled with fantasies. Having narrowly escaped death, he naturally thought of divine intervention. Otherwise, how could he possibly have survived in such a situation

Lin Yun is an orphan. And what have I done myself

This is, in itself, a despicable act

Li Shuangyang's gaze froze, standing dazed in the void, feeling somewhat awkward and a bit reluctant

Once upon a time, he cherished this child as a treasure because of a single remark from his second uncle. Moreover, Lin Yun's understanding nature has brought him a few more moments of joy over the years

His gaze gradually softened, and suddenly, he felt that he owed an apology to the child before him

He has already fallen asleep under this tree, suffering from hunger and cold, which has left his body nearly hollowed out; only in dreams can he feel somewhat restrained.

Could it be that a deity has manifested its presence? Lin Yun thought to himself

This young man is naturally Lin Yun

He smiled awkwardly and said, "Well, it seems that the fate between you and me has come to an end here. However... Uncle Li still wants to say one thing to you: I am sorry for the grievances you have endured over the years."

At this moment, his bed resembled a cloud, pure white as jade, yet soft and warm like cotton. Coupled with his attire, he appeared to be a young gentleman, showing no trace of any mysterious presence.

The speaker is indeed Li Shuangyang, the father of Li Ping, who is a member of the Li family that adopted Lin Yun

The clarity in that gaze can move even the toughest of iron-blooded men, let alone Li Shuangyang, who stands before us as an ordinary citizen

Gradually, Lin Yun's gaze became increasingly clear, and he softly asked, "Uncle Li, if I go home... will you kill me?"

Not far from there, a boy leaning against a tree shivered, his eyes filled with a sense of confusion

From childhood to adulthood, he has always known that there was a small tower-shaped tattoo on his chest, but now that design has vanished, and inexplicably, there is a small golden tower on his chest instead

He could not remember clearly; this scene had replayed in his mind several times. The only thing he could be certain of was that he could no longer go back now

Foolishness, ignorance, weakness, idiocy! How is it that I, the young master, am so unfortunate, with fate falling upon this little brat? I swear, in this lifetime, I will only save you three times. After those three times, unless you possess a certain charm that can impress me, I will wait until you die before seeking another person.

You little brat, are you looking for trouble? Have you grown wings and decided to set up camp here? What, do you think my family, the Li family, has treated you poorly?

In a moment of thought, Li Shuangyang was filled with self-reproach and guilt, secretly lamenting that at his age, he had lived like a dog, while his own son lacked such fortune. What did this have to do with Lin Yun? Yet, due to the resentment and obsession in his heart, he had transferred all his anger onto Lin Yun.

How many years have passed? He seems to have become accustomed to Lin Yun's submissiveness, and has long adapted to having such a venting outlet. However, it appears that there have been some changes; Lin Yun... actually dares to respond to him with silence.

"Was it you who saved me?" Lin Yun said softly while stroking the small tower in his hand. Then, feeling anxious as if he had lost his soul, he pressed the small tower tightly against his chest, fearing that it might no longer exist.

He roared, his voice seeming to emanate solely from his throat, leaving bystanders unable to hear anything at all

The scenes from just now replayed in his mind, and he could not figure out why Li Ping was determined to make himself die

In an instant, the entire atmosphere became solidified; this was a question posed by a ten-year-old child, not as an inquiry, but rather as a plea.

Moreover, Lin Yun could not fathom why he had not died, nor did he understand how he had broken free, or how he had been brought to this place beneath the great tree

As he spoke, the young man in white gradually fell asleep

However, Lin Yun instinctively shrank back, which caused his actions to come to nothing

Li Shuangyang's expression changed as he looked at Lin Yun before him; the anger on his face vanished in an instant, replaced by a sense of bewilderment

This space is unknowable, and the identity of this young man in white is an even greater secret

At this moment, amidst a haze of confusion, a young man in white sat listlessly on a bed.

Gradually, Lin Yun's body trembled under the moonlight, though it was unclear whether it was due to the chill of the night or the oppressive presence of the burly man before him

Lin Yun coldly gazed at the burly man before him, countless images flashing through his memory. Regarding the person in front of him, his hatred was virtually nonexistent; rather, it was more a sense of gratitude.

At this moment, he understood that in Lin Yun's heart, he was no longer a benevolent father, but a villain

Li Shuangyang said, with a hint of reluctance and a touch of regret in his eyes

Moreover, Lin Yun is not making baseless conjectures

By the side of the Liu Su River, the moonlight flows.

Why is this happening, what is the reason for this

This time, he was able to escape death, but he does not know if he will have such luck next time